Hello,
I hope everyone is continuing to do well in these trying times. I feel so very thankful  to be an artists and a person who can entertain myself. Being able to set my own rules and goals allows me to choose to be selective in who I have contact with as well as where I choose to go. I can and do make my own fun. This week was quiet but I am still playing in the studio

There was a new assignment from Gregory Wilkins this week. We are building a mixed media collage with lots of stitching. I love his last bit of advice” It is not done until it is over done.” What and excuse to just keep going.   I had fun stitching down  big sequins, key pads from a saxophone, some  of Grandmothers Ruth’s old glass beads and old lace on my painted base.

Progress Report- Vulture Priest- Mayan Series # 3 I finished this piece yesterday. It is 21″ X 23″.   This series is proving to be a challenge in the assembly process.  Cutting all the little fabric pieces and putting them back together is a bit of a challenge. 

 

I am learning a lot about stitching small circles too.

 

 

Parrot Priest- Mayan Series # 4 When I start ed quilting on the Vulture Priest I started the drawing on this work. It took the better part of three days to get the fabric cut and fused down. Now I am ready to begin the stitching outlines.

 

 

 

Time Check Last week was an off week for the Textile Artist Stitch Club so I put my time in on this little work. I think the class is helping me think in a new direction.

 

Bunk Bed Scrap Happy I started this Scrap Happy as a Christmas gift for the twins. Putting the rows together sure goes fast when there are only 10 rows of 5.

 

 

 

 

Squares a Dancing I put in a lot of time doing hand work in the evening lately. With 91 squares done now I will soon reach the original goal of 100. But sense I cut up two more pair of Eric’s pants for bases I will keep going until I have used them all up. Then I will decide on the size of the final quilt.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 New work  

 

I usually audition fabrics before I start a new project.  These are the ones I am thinking about at the moment.    After several days of looking I have decided that there are really two bases here.  So I may just make two

 

 

 

 

Childhood Memories-Thanksgiving- the Feast

The meal for Thanksgiving was a big job and Grandmother Ester’s big day. When we returned from our little family walk the first thing I did was get dressed in fancy attire. When I came down stairs the work began. Grandfather would have turned the dinning table and added all the four leaves. The pad was added and then the white Damask table cloth was all spread . My job was to set the dinning room table with the good china from the china nook and the silver from the credenza. I was given Grandmother’s silver plate dinner ware many years after her death. I decided to use it daily and enjoy it. I did that for many years until the plating wore off some of the piece. Doing so made me feel like Grandmother was a daily part of my life for years. Back to the Thanksgiving feast. I carefully arranged the plates for 16 and put out the utensils and napkins. The five kids ate in the kitchen. People began to arrive  around 1:00. First were usually Aunt Helen and Uncle Bernard followed closely by Jim and Herta with their three kids, Charlie, Mary Helen, and Tom. Then the other sisters and there spouses.  Grandmother Esterd was the oldest of the family.  There was aunt Loretta and uncle Bert, aunt Illa and uncle Nathan, aunt Ethel and uncle William, and the two aunts who lived together because they had both lost their spouses- aunt Vivian and Lovel . Everyone broth in food and it was a major pot luck. Grandmother Ester always did the turkey and dressing along with the mashed potatoes and gravy. There always were two dishes- oyster casserole and Golden Glow jello salad. Pulse pumpkin, apple, and cherry pies with lots of whipped cream. One always ate too much. The talk was lively even for us kids. When the dishes were done then men would turn the table back and take out the leaves so they could watch football and the women would play Canasta at both ends of the shortened table. When I got older one of the Aunts tried to teach me Canasta- but I did n’t really get it. We kids would retire to the upstairs and play board games. Monopoly mostly- Gene loved that one. The Bates family had animals on their farm and  they always left early so we never rarely finished the Monopoly game. It was cool up stairs and Gene and I often took a nap. Folks drifted away as the afternoon wore on and we ate a leftovers that evening. Dad and Grandpa would go out do his few chores too. It was a big and happy family get together with great feeling of warmth and love.
The next day we would drive to Grandview in the early morning and meet up with Mom’s parents. Many times we joined the Bell family and went from there to the Christmas Parade in Muscatine. It was the start of the holiday season. We would window shop and then go back to Grandmothers house in Grandview in the afternoon.   One of the other activities that was a part of that weekend was the selection of one’s magazine subscription for the year.   It was  a Christmas gift from Grandmother Ruth. I sure enjoyed that gift. My parents always chose National Geographic. My choice for years was one called “Pack-O-Fun”. It was full of little craft projects one could create from trash like plastic berry boxes and egg cartons. The start of my “ look at one thing and see it’s possible reuse” , I guess. As the Cocklin family grew it became cumbersome to purchase gifts for all the kids;there were 14 grand kids on that side, so at Thanksgiving time we would draw one other persons name. That was much much simpler and with time that even disappeared. Being together was the important thing in both families.

Please stay safe and keep creating

Carol

I will be away nest week so the next post will be  August 6.